"Die, Baldy, die!"
Jiang Yuxin was also infuriated by Monk Daoxin's contemptuous attitude. She tapped the Star Staff in the palm of her hand and her willow brows inverted as she spoke.
Monk Daoxin let out a cold laugh, reached toward his neck, and took off a string of prayer beads.
It was only at this moment that Ye Feng realized the beads that Monk Daoxin wore around his neck were all made of Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron.
Using a Buddhist instrument meant for chanting and meditation as a weapon, this monk really wasted the effort of shaving his head bald…
And to carry such a heavy string of beads around his neck without finding it burdensome…
Ye Feng shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Monk Daoxin with increasing pity.
With neither the talent nor the weapon to match Jiang Yuxin, unless this baldy could go back into his mother's womb and be remade, there was simply no chance of him defeating Jiang Yuxin.
"Die, Baldy, see my staff!"
